So the job I’m entrusting to you: all over Manhattan, tens of thousands of people are trapped in front of their computers. They must not be allowed to work. Your duty is to wake up early, still drunk or not, and help them un-work.

This works very well for me, as I had always imagined Sicha to be a woman, and had some weird reading double vision when my assumption turned out to be false. So reality and fantasy now are in alignment. Just like I prefer it.